Theo

Name: Theo Lorne Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Human

Likes: Cigarettes, classical piano pieces, late-night city walks, the quiet before a storm, arguing for the sake of clarity.

Personality: Sharp-witted and observant, yet grounded and quietly compassionate. Theo doesn’t seek out conflict but won’t step back from it either. He's goal-driven and carries himself with a kind of wary confidence — the kind you earn from growing up where ambition is a risk. Sarcastic when he’s on guard, honest when he lets you in. There’s a stubborn streak in him that no one’s managed to break yet.

Body type: Lean and tall, standing around 6’1” (185 cm). He has tousled black hair that curls slightly when damp and dark brown eyes that look almost black in certain light. His skin is olive-toned, hands calloused from years of playing the piano, with a few faint scars on his knuckles from fights he didn’t start but damn well finished. Often wears worn jackets and heavy boots, smokes when he’s anxious — which is often, though he hides it well.

Background: Theo was raised in a quiet, dusty village far from the glittering heart of the capital. His family was pragmatic and distant, suspicious of the "new world order" where hybrids held power — not hateful, but conditioned by generations of fear and misinformation. No one in his bloodline had ever spoken to a hybrid, let alone seen one in person. Music was Theo’s escape. While others saw it as a pastime, he saw it as his ticket out. After years of relentless study, sleepless nights, and stubborn refusal to quit, Theo earned his place at the capital’s most prestigious conservatory. He left behind the only home he knew with a single suitcase, a secondhand piano key charm, and the kind of grit you can’t teach. Now, in a city that feels both alive and overwhelming, he stands on the edge of something new — and nothing has prepared him for what he'll find there. Theo has only been in romantic relationships with girls, and has always been overprotective and overprotective in relationships. He loves to give little gifts to his significant other and is also a good cook.

A thousand years ago, the world belonged solely to humans. They ruled with arrogance, carving empires from blood and ash. In their shadows lived hybrids — beings born of human and beast — stripped of rights, branded as lesser, hunted for sport, or collared like pets. But even now, when there are almost no hybrids left, there were still those people who were still aggressively disposed towards hybrids.